A/N: Here is the next chapter so I really hope you all like it and thank you for taking the time to read this story. THANK YOU ALL FOR THE AMZING REVIEWS I GOT IN JUST ONE DAY! Oh my, I am so happy right now. Thank you all again for the reviews, follows, and favorites I had received.

You all were wondering if Bonnie will be like the show…she will but in time of course because she has learn the ropes of this company that she wanted to be in. In the meantime though she will take some crap from Damon, but that is because she works for him and she has to which will be explained later.

Bonnie officially hated being his assistant. Every day and night, she was at his beck and call. One time he needed condoms so he called her in the middle of the night, woke her up and asked her to go get some and bring them to his apartment. Another time it was clothes, then after that it was alcohol, and then it was men supplies that he needed. It was getting ridiculous so she told Caroline about it and she shrugged and said that she wasn't allowed to complain because it was her job.

Bonnie didn't like the things that she had to do for that man. He made it seem like she was his wife or maid, except of course they didn't have sexual intercourse or relations. Bonnie still came into work though with a polite voice and smile to everyone. She took off her gloves and then slipped off her coat, hanging it. She waited again like she did everyday for Mr. Salvatore to come and give her his things.

Most of the men here would glance at her funny. Caroline said it was because she was the new girl, which meant that she was fresh meat just waiting to be eaten by the men and picked at by the women. Caroline always did have a strange way for wording things and Bonnie had slightly grown used to her and the office…but not the men though. Bonnie disliked the suggestions that they made at women especially her. She couldn't believe that Caroline didn't even blink when they did that to her and she even played along with it, teasing them that they couldn't have her even if they tried because she was rough like that.

Caroline was a tough woman which Bonnie admired her for. She didn't take crap from no one and Bonnie noticed that she didn't take it especially from Mr. Salvatore. Like every morning when he came in, every woman looked up and either greeted sweetly or coyly and then once he looked towards Bonnie, she did nothing, but stare down at the work in front of her. Damon hated to admit it, but it was starting to irritate him that she didn't even bother to look up at him and yes, she did her job very well and she was truly educated in an intelligent way, but that wasn't the problem.

Usually in the first two weeks or so that his old assistants had been there, he would have many sexual relations with them on many occasions, but Bonnie…nothing had happened, not even a damn blush from her. Damon was starting to doubt that maybe she didn't find him attractive, but he still had an appearance to keep up with so he kept on trying. Damon was only a few feet away when she got up and took his things from him.

She followed him inside and hung his things up. She turned to him and asked the same thing she always asked him in a polite voice, "Is that all, Mr. Salvatore?"

The way she said his name turned him on all of the sudden and Damon shifted on his feet. His eyes looked at every possible spot on his body as he took out a cigarette and lit it. She also hated waiting for him to answer her and it made her uncomfortable, but she made sure to hide it away from him. He walked up to her and blew the smoke in some of her face just to be spiteful and irritating.

She kept on impassive face on, but it looked like she was straining herself not to couch. They stared at each other for a long amount of time until she finally coughed…constantly. Damon smirked down at her and she openly glared at him.

"Well, look at that," he said sarcastically, "you aren't a robot after all."

She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest. "I could have gotten lung cancer right now because of what you did."

Damon scoffed. "Don't tell me you read that silly article on smoking and its health concerns."

"Why does that matter?" Bonnie asked.

Damon shrugged and gestured to the door. "Close the door and sit down."

He sat in his chair as she closed the door and went by the chair, but did not sit…at first. Damon put out his cigarette in the crystal ash tray. "I need to ask you a personal question, Bonnie."

"Miss Bennet," she said immediately.

Damon raised an eyebrow and she continued, "We're on a last name basis."

"But I prefer a first name basis." He challenged.

"Last name basis because I'm your assistant and you are my boss."

"Well, I prefer a first name basis."

"Mr. Salvatore-"

"Damon. Mr. Salvatore is my father."

"Mr. Salvatore is your name too. I prefer to call you by your last name instead of your first name."

Damon shook his head and smiled at her amusingly. "Why though? I'm curious."

"Because were in the office."

Damon held his hands up in defense and said, "Of course, Miss Bennet. I understand."

Bonnie smiled politely at him and stood up. "Is that all?"

Damon nodded and kept his eyes glued to her as she left his office. He sat back in his chair and watched the door wanting for it to open again. But when it did open, his pretty little assistant wasn't there instead it was his little brother, Stefan.

"We have a problem," he said as he came in and closed the door.

Damon put his feet on his desk and smiled at Stefan, who knitted his eyebrows in confusion, but then looked back down at the file he had in his hands saying, "You're in a good mood."

"Yes I am," he replied.

"And I'm guessing it had something to do with your new assistant."

"Maybe it does. Maybe it doesn't."

"I'm surprised, Damon."

"Why is that, Stefan?"

"Well, you haven't screwed her like you do to most of your assistants most of the time and then you break their hearts and I have to pick up your mess that you created." He looked back up and continued, "This is only in two weeks."

"I do have the ability to control myself, Stefan."

"Yeah, sure…whatever you say."

Damon got up from his chair and went to his alcohol station making himself a drink. "Well, spit it out, Stefan. What is the problem you barged in here for, so rudely might I add?"

Stefan rolled his eyes and sat down in a chair. "One of our clients is coming to visit us about the campaign idea that involved their upcoming clothing line."

"Ah, yes, the Mikaelsons." Damon mused. He took a drink of his Bourbon and turned around to his little brother. "How is this a problem exactly?"

"Well, we have nothing to give them and you know how they get when certain things aren't done their way, at their time, and at their convenient. We need to give them something."

"Ok, ok, just get the art department on it."

Stefan wrote it down and asked, "Who from the department?"

Damon sighed. "How about that kid? What's his name again? The blonde one."

Stefan sighed as well. "Matt Donavan. You call him Mutt or sometimes jockhead."

Damon laughed and took a drink. He shook his head then said, "Yes, get him right on it."

Stefan wrote his name down on the paper and stood up saying, "Please, Damon. Do not screw your new assistant."

"Why though?"

"Because since you got her, you have been on time every day now and not just your arrival time, but the assignments too and I dare say that you're starting to become more responsible."

Damon laughed and shook his head. "Oh, Stefan, please don't preach me right now. I mean come on; it's only 9:30 in the morning."

Stefan shook his head and walked out of his office. He left the office door open and Damon heard him say to Bonnie, "Hello, Bonnie."

"Hi, Stefan. How was your day?"

"Swell, thank you for asking."

"Of course. Is there something you need?"

"Well, actually. I want to ask you something."

"Really? What is it?"

"I was wondering if you would like to go on a date with me, Friday night."

Bonnie let out of breath and smiled. "I would love to, Stefan."

Stefan smiled as well and Damon understood why his brother said what he said to him. "Ok, then. I'll see you later."

"Ok, bye," she said shyly. Stefan walked away and Damon was baffled by what had just happened in front of him.

Damon calmly walked up to her desk and said, "So, what's this I hear about your date with my brother? A little scandalous, Bonnie. Don't ya think?"

Bonnie made her hands into tiny fists and she turned to Damon. "Didn't your mother ever tell you that you should never eavesdrop on someone's conversation?"

Damon chuckled. "I never listened to my mother. I was a naughty boy."

"Are, present tense or were you not taught proper grammar as well?"

Damon had to give her credit for her sharp tongue and witty comebacks she always had for him. "Why go on a date with my brother instead of me?"

"I would rather peel my eyes out than go on date with you."

"But they're such pretty eyes now why would you want to do that?"

Bonnie laughed which made Damon smile at her because he was starting to like her laugh. "I'm not like the other flimsy and idiot assistants you had before me. I'm not affected by your charm."

"I can wait."

"Then you'll be waiting for all eternity."

"I'm very determined."

"And I'm very patient."

Damon sighed and shook his head, keeping his eyes on hers. "My God, you are very…irritating."

"Yes because easy women are not. I find being irritating and not giving you what you want more satisfying than spending a night with you."

Damon acted like he was hurt and put a hand over his heart. "My lady, you wound me."

"Oh, I'm sorry. Did I wound your ego?" Bonnie said with fake sympathy.

"Careful, Bonnie, I'm still your boss."

"And I'm still your assistant and I prefer to be called 'Miss Bennet' please."

Damon shook his head and said, "Just get me some coffee."

Bonnie smiled in victory and said in a fake sweet voice, "Will that be all, Mr. Salvatore?"

"Oh, get me the files on the Mikaelson's clothing products and a bagel with butter and but in half then in fours. That is all, Miss Bennet." He answered.

Damon closed his door and poured himself another drink.

Bonnie was staying late in the office as usual because Damon was taking his sweet ass time, doing his work and she was being forced too. She sat at her desk and staring aimlessly into her pile of papers that were completed and needed to be filed.

"Goodnight, Bonnie." Meredith said as she left.

"Night," she replied.

They waved goodbye to her and she waved back lazily. She slumped down in her seat and waited again. It was well past midnight when Damon came out and smiled at her sleeping form. Damon kneeled down and noticed that she had really nice legs…and a nice body.

Damon also noticed her face and how beautiful she looked in that moment and he wondered what she looked like when her hair was down and she was in bed, waking up to sunlight beaming in on her face.

"Bonnie," he cooed.

She immediately woke up and sat up straight in her chair. "What? What happened?"

"It's time to go."

"Ok," she whispered.

She got up and immediately fell, but Damon cached her. "Wow, there, little girl. I got you."

She nodded and he picked her up in his arms, bridal style. He carried her out of the building to his car which was waiting for him outside. He laid her inside and on the seat and asked, "Where do you live?"

"23rd Oxford Avenue, apartment 158." She whispered sleepily and snuggled into him.

The chauffeur drove for only a little while and Damon knew he shouldn't be enjoying her cuddling next to him, but he couldn't help it. Damon was pulled away from his fantasy and realized that they were there. He carried her up to the elevators and to her apartment.

"Where are your keys?" he asked, but she shook her head.

"Put me down." She ordered in a soft voice.

"You sure, I mean you look very tired."

"Damon," she warned and she was now full awake.

"Fine," he grumbled and set her down on her feet.

Bonnie had her hands on his shoulders and his were on her waist, steadying her. "Thank you," she mumbled.

Damon smiled and said, "Oh, I'm sorry, what was that?"

Bonnie rolled her eyes. "I said 'thank you'"

"See, that's what I thought you said, but then I was thinking 'No, no, she couldn't possibly be thanking me. After all she is a robot.'"

"Careful, Damon, I might start to think that my opinion actually matters to you."

Damon smiled and kissed her cheek. She immediately froze and widened her eyes as he pulled away. Damon watcher her intently as she touched her cheek with her fingertips. She looked back up at Damon and slapped him across the face.

Bonnie put her keys in her lock when Damon whirled her around and kissed her again this time on the lips. He pushed her back into the door and moved his lips with her. Bonnie's hand found the door knob and went inside of her apartment, quickly closing the door in his face and locking it.

Bonnie backed away from the door and went inside her bedroom, ignoring the knocks on her front door.

TBC…

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Oh yeah in case you're wondering Bonnie is from Brooklyn, she doesn't live there though. She lives in the city, close to her work. I really hope you guys like the two next chapters because they are my favorite ones so far. YAY!